An Arm and a Leg

I would like to show you all a picture of my son.  This is his joy, his happiness.  And he does this day and night.

He combines his two loves: cars and trains, and makes a "car-train."  It brings him much jubilation.  Except when a sibling accidentally bumps the precious car-train.  Then Little Dude's car-train brings him wrath and fury.  But, I digress.

I trust you all had a nice weekend, no?  Yes?  What with it being Mother's Day and all?  We have a sick Handsome Dude over here, so that has been worrisome for me.

On Saturday, the girls and I went to town to attend a tea party at the library.

Sweet Pea, and her plus one.

Daisy Mae, and her plus one.  And my use of the phrase "plus one" should in no way be interpreted as me forgetting the factual names of the beloved dolls.

We joined some friends for the tea party and had a divine time.  There was a special speaker and she told us that in times before cameras, people would pay artists to have their portraits painted.  Since hands and feet are the hardest parts of the body to paint, the artist would charge more money, depending on how many limbs you wanted included.  And this is where the phrase "That cost me an arm and a leg" originated from.

Bam!  And don't say I never taught you nothing.

After the party with tea, we stopped by our rental to do some cleaning.  Because we certainly know how to have a good time.  This put me in a foul mood as I found more stained bedding and damaged furniture.  Because we love hemorrhaging money, didn't you know?  So, we left before my head started spinning all crazy-like.  I almost stopped for a Moose Tracks ice cream in a waffle cone, but I showed restraint.  Be inspired.

When I arrived at ye' olde homestead, I discovered that my husband got 90% of the garden planted in my absence.

He planted SEVEN rows of corn and SIX rows of green beans.  He left no room for the pumpkins, watermelons, cantaloupe, cucumbers, and zucchini.  And just like that, we already outgrew our 100 foot by 40 foot garden.

Bummer.

Sunday was Mother's Day.  I received a new curling iron, of which I am sure will solve all my hair problems and I shall be the hair envy of all Ruralville.  Or something like that.  I also received a Macy's giftcard that will probably take me one full year to redeem because, and this might surprise you, I don't get to the mall.  Ever.

We loaded up our offspring and headed into town.  First stop, and you might want to sit down for this, was the rental.  Because we just can't get enough of that blessed place.  Then we went to my sis-in-law, Lisa's, house for a lovely Mother's Day lunch with David's side of the family.  After that, we went to my mother's house where Handsome Dude took a turn for the worse.  David and I left the other three with my parents (Happy Mother's Day, Mom!) and took Handsome Dude to the doctor. The doctor walked into the room, said HD's name, and said,

"Oh!  I am in the wrong room!"

Then he got really confused and checked paper work a few times.  He checked the room number and looked again at our 5 year old son.

He confirmed HD's name and we all had a chuckle when he informed us that the receptionist had gotten the boy's name right, but had recorded that he was a 19 year old female.

Of which he is not.

The doctor said it was one of two things:

Strep throat or Appendicitis.

I was feeling like a giant loser for not knowing my son's appendix burst.  Mother's should know such things, you now?  Its in our code of honor.  But, my honor was quickly restored when the strep test came back positive.

Redemption!

So, we went back to collect the others and then, and this might surprise you, we stopped by the rental.

Because we just love that place.  And it is costing us an arm and a leg.

(Did you see what I did just there?)

Did you do anything special this weekend?

Happy Monday!